Aasof ‘whistling in the wind’

This Sunday on Facebook:Some years ago my youngest son gave me ‘Mort’ by Terry Pratchett, I don’t think that he gave it to me to start a conversation, I’m sure he just thought I would like it. It turned out to be one of those books that I ‘skimmed’ through, being (for my part) a time when my immortality was assumed. The book by Terry Pratchett was quite amusing in parts but not being a ‘Discworld‘ fan, as the reviewer above clearly is, I didn’t enjoy the read that much.

Last moth (May) I celebrated my 80th birthday and find that on becoming an octogenarian ‘old age’ has crept upon me unnoticed, it has come suddenly like a thief in the night, stealing my physical and mental well being. This has brought my sense of immortally to a somewhat abrupt end and now, at least in the abstract sense when I think about an approaching demise, my journey increasingly takes me ‘coasting down the road of religious disbelief‘. I am now more inclined to give a little whistle, especially when I ‘whistle in the wind‘.

A blogger on the now defunct My Telegraph site called himself The Bulletin (using it as a play on the words bullet-in), once remarking that there were no ‘friends‘ amongst the bloggers, only acquaintances (he made a lot of acerbic comments). The Bulletin is now a long time dead, along with many other acquaintances but the memory of them all still lingers.

My final offering yesterday of Sarah Brightman and Andrea Bocelli singing ‘Con te Partirò’ (Time to say Goodby), was not a maudlin reference to this post. The journey to death and dying is, perhaps, a matter to taken seriously. Still, I much prefer the words of Michelle, “Listen very carefully, I shall say this only once“.